Skinned knees and rug burn...
I'd really like to utilize my journal more in the future....so this is yet another attempt to get myself hooked on the practice.
I had a fabulous fantasy fulfilled this past weekend. My kinkier sides were born of abduction and interrogation fantasies and I have found it amazingly difficult to get these needs accomplished over the years.
This changed last weekend though. Erich and some friends spent a lot of time making sure that things went down smoothly and safely. Of course, we were in a club that thought the abduction idea would lead to good performance art. I knew that something was going to happen, but I did not know quite what or when.
Ugh...ok, I'll stop with the practical and logical stuff and move onto how hot the experience was for me.
I was rather innocently getting a drink for a friend at the bar when an acquaintance approached and was trying to start some conversation. Well, I think that this was a cue for folks, because my next sensation was that of rather strong arms wrapping around me from behind and of hearing the previously mentioned acquaintance giving guidance and physical help to the first abductor. The adrenaline that ran through my system was amazing and allowed me to fight and struggle for much longer than anyone could have predicted. When I felt sweat dripping on me from the two men trying to juggle a wriggling me and a roll of duct tape, my excitement multiplied greatly!
Whew...even getting just the above description out makes my legs tremble some.
The night continued with more struggling/wrestling, being hogtied and drug around a bit, torture and interrogation by a lovely local Domme, and finally being tossed over the shoulder of my tall mysterious kidnapper and left with some friends to come down emotionally.
I must admit that I have a crush on this rather hunky stranger. It feels very sophomoric, yet quite lovely.
I had a fabulous fantasy fulfilled this past weekend. My kinkier sides were born of abduction and interrogation fantasies and I have found it amazingly difficult to get these needs accomplished over the years.
This changed last weekend though. Erich and some friends spent a lot of time making sure that things went down smoothly and safely. Of course, we were in a club that thought the abduction idea would lead to good performance art. I knew that something was going to happen, but I did not know quite what or when.
Ugh...ok, I'll stop with the practical and logical stuff and move onto how hot the experience was for me.
I was rather innocently getting a drink for a friend at the bar when an acquaintance approached and was trying to start some conversation. Well, I think that this was a cue for folks, because my next sensation was that of rather strong arms wrapping around me from behind and of hearing the previously mentioned acquaintance giving guidance and physical help to the first abductor. The adrenaline that ran through my system was amazing and allowed me to fight and struggle for much longer than anyone could have predicted. When I felt sweat dripping on me from the two men trying to juggle a wriggling me and a roll of duct tape, my excitement multiplied greatly!
Whew...even getting just the above description out makes my legs tremble some.
The night continued with more struggling/wrestling, being hogtied and drug around a bit, torture and interrogation by a lovely local Domme, and finally being tossed over the shoulder of my tall mysterious kidnapper and left with some friends to come down emotionally.
I must admit that I have a crush on this rather hunky stranger. It feels very sophomoric, yet quite lovely.